Six Sentence Stories – Take My Hand
“That is why a man leaves his father and mother and clings to his wife, and the two of them become one body.”
He sat in the pew, staring, listening, recalling those words read from the pulpit on his own wedding day, his bride standing next to him in the same spot where the young couple stood now. The priest had forgotten the “kiss your bride” part; when they finally did, she squeezed his hand and nothing else mattered.
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They gave her to him first as her mother clung dangerously to the edge in the delivery room. He held her fast against his chest and felt her tiny hand squeeze his finger as if to comfort him, his eyes brimming with tears as his heart beat out a chaotic mix of joy and fear and overwhelming love…she would hold his heart forever.
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Now he felt his wife reach over and squeeze his hand as tears filled his eyes, and his heart once again beat with a mix of so many emotions…joy, fear, and yes, overwhelming love.
“Hold on to him tight, Baby Girl,” he whispered, as the newlyweds left the church hand in hand.
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This has been a Six Sentence Story.
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This week’s prompt was CLEAVE.
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Wahhhhh….sniff…..there are so many of these moments although they feel so few and far between… A lovely reminder, lisa.
Another insomniac, I see…
Sorry I made you teary. But thanks! 🙂
…. sure good sentimental story and all, but but!! the shifting perspectives! damn! very cool!*
*no, serially! I get as much out of trying to figure out the technique employed in a Six, as I do in the story itself…. gotta go try to apply this, before I forget how
Thanks, Clark. That part was tricky, especially with the pronouns giving me a headache. Could’ve used names but wanted to keep it this way. Definitely made it harder on myself than I had to! But I really wanted to capture how his mind was travelling.
Really beautiful, Lisa, and the grasping hands photos say so much about the connections (cleaves) in the story.
I had to dig for those to find what I wanted, Val, but I’m so happy with them. I love when I can find exactly what I see in my mind’s eye.
Awwwwh such a sweet story. Love it.
Yeah, every now and then I step into that realm. Thanks.
These are all so beautiful written. I could never write a story in six sentences, but you just nailed it!
I love these, Marcia. And thanks! 🙂
This is a really lovely one, Lisa, beautifully tied together.
Thank you! I had hoped the connections would work!
Beautiful, beautiful! Entrusting our heart and soul to another, and in turn entrusting our children to another, requires such great courage and belief. I really like how you connected these lives and the passing of time, and made us all feel what the father was feeling. Well done!
Yay! Thank you, Josie, for your wonderful comments. I’m glad it was effective.
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